Rasta Dej - Day After Day (freestyle)

Fucking with Dej it come my language it's professor Dej
Fucking with shorty her mama is foreign like Je M'appelle Dej comet vu si vous plait
Don't tell me I'm wasting my time when all that they offer is minimum wage
Thought I was losing my mind but really it's typical rage
Treated us Kenan and Kel but really we mad Max and Caine
Try to put an end to our day like the day after tomorrow but really we day after day
I'm thinking up rituals really despicable Dej
Niggas is thinking political really gone lead me right back to hospitable ways
Guess it's habitual got an old soul met your bitch daddy back in the day
Look a lot like you with a lot less to say in his box chevrolet
Like a bitch with crochet then mignon her filet yeah
What come out her mouth best is nothing to say or what's left best to say
Get you left out the way 'cause you next in the way
It's most def a one way why you walking this way
Bitch it's true got some screws come a loose in the back no caboose
Better call it a truce cause the nine that you use it is not of no use
To a king or a duke or a beast babadook
Not the tree I'm the root it's no cap I'm the boot
I'm the cap you the troop roger that alpha two
You the tick I'm the boom you the meth I'm the shroom
I'm the blitz you the yards that you lose I am not like your regular dude
Fuck the capping you do and my pudding got proof and my kittens got roof
And my turtle got moods and neighbors ain't having no rules
What I pack is like packing your room when you passed overdue
And there's nowhere else for you to move what I'm actually asking these dudes
Can you actually prove that you do the shit that I actually do
And I'm flowing right pass all the dudes like a slot or a groove
You can die or can move see the lie through the truth
And the booth ain't in kitchen the kitchen in booth for whatever the use
It's whatever to truce for whatever the Cuse shit it never was sweet
It was always on que man these niggas is green hit them out of the blue
Spin your block a few times get you out of the loop and these niggas is tripping
Like they is Ty Lou ain't no Lou but I Will cross you out of them shoes watch you skip to Your loo
What button I press so we skip to the truth I got lies for these bitches
And shit I must do I'm so tired of repeating the shit that I prove
Only time for the people that do what I do
Got my eyes on them niggas who move how I move
Got my eyes on the prize and I'm moving but shit it ain't been moving
Been working but guess its the pounds you don't lose
Ain't no ground that losing you mind as well rally the troops
Go head gather the group and I alley the oop and subtract from your group
Fuck all the cheesing it's a rat in your group I mean fuck all the breathing what y'all can Just do
I mean fuck any reason to do what I do and you might have a lot but lil bitch I got loot
I been the young nigga with racks in the room and you been a hoe a nigga who act like You sue
I mean act if you want have you act in suit I got bullets with scripts you can use

Written by:
De'Jon McBride

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